Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

The living room was filled with warmth, and because of Delain's deep sleep, it was extremely quiet for a moment.

The slight crackling of the fireplace flame, the flow of water in the pipes under the floor, the whistling of the wind and the falling snow outside the house were all clearly audible to Fan Wei, whose body had been greatly strengthened.

"Your Highness, would you like to try the Dream Wine?"

Although it was a comfortable peace, Fan Wei felt that it was rather rude to neglect the distinguished imperial princess.

And he felt that maybe Oriel also needed the toning of wine. She was too quiet. When she sat there, she really looked like a statue that was breathing slightly.

It was unsettlingly quiet.

Perhaps judging and defining a person at will is a very disrespectful behavior, but from a psychological perspective, it is undoubtedly a form of self-suppression.

So Fan Wei tried to give some advice.

"Thank you, Mr. Misr. Oriel doesn't drink much."

Although she is a noble imperial princess, her voice is always weak and humble. Perhaps she feels it is not good to reject Fan Wei, Oliel added silently.

"Maybe I'll drink it later, but I want to wait..."

"wait?"

The topic did not end there. Because of his endless desire, Fan Wei's sense of emotions became more and more acute, and he clearly heard the meaning of "reluctant to refuse but also to welcome" in the princess's tone.

She subconsciously closed herself off, but she also wanted to talk.

This is the mentality that many shy people often have. It’s not that they don’t want to say something, but they just don’t have the right time or the right person to hear it.

At this moment, perhaps Fan Wei has touched upon the conditions for a suitable conversation with Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Faced with the follow-up question, Oliel was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, without giving a direct answer, and instead told another story.

"Mr. Misr, have you ever heard of 'Oriel'? It is a flower that blooms in winter in the empire. I was named after it."

Nodding slightly, Fan Wei listened carefully. As long as Her Royal Highness the Princess was willing to talk, he would be the most loyal listener.

"Because of the same name, I have loved this flower since I was a child."

Gazing at the silhouette of this gentle man in the firelight, the princess lowered her eyes and spoke quietly.

"Its petals are like bright velvet, white with hints of blue, its buds are hidden under the snow, and its stems stretch upward like vines."

"When the wind blows up the snow on the upper layer, the buried buds will suddenly open, and the snow will instantly turn into a flower field, which is very beautiful."

"I feel like... I am Auriel, the Auriel buried in the snow."

The voice became even fainter, as if it was separated by thick snowflakes, and Her Royal Highness was almost in a dream. "When the ice and snow are blown away... beautiful flowers will bloom."

In an instant, Fan Wei heard a lot of emotions in the tone as faint as the wind.

Coldness and sorrow, hope and obsession, the aubergine may be just an ordinary plant, but Her Royal Highness the Princess obviously places her own emotions on it.

In the fierce battle for the crown prince, Oriel, as the eighth princess, may not be favored.

But being born into a noble family, her fate was beyond her control.

It was probably Oriel's destiny to assist Delain, become a chess piece in her brother's hands, and lay a foundation stone for his path to the throne.

Just like the eldest prince wanted to match her with Fan Wei.

It is hard to tell how much of this is the love of a brother and how much is a means of winning over and binding allies.

Oriel was unable to resist, and perhaps realizing her own poverty and weakness, she made herself silent and obedient.

At this time, she probably thought of the 'Oriel' flowers buried in the snow.

Protect yourself with an icy wrap until the day the wind blows, waiting for the day of blooming.

"Your Highness, you are as beautiful as a flower." After thinking for a moment, Fan Wei praised her. Apart from that, he said nothing else. Sometimes other people's words are useless.

People in difficult situations may not need advice, but only sincere care and encouragement.

If we give advice from a utilitarian perspective, it seems to be no different from the advice given by the nobles around Her Royal Highness the Princess.

"Thank you, Mr. Misr."

The firelight was reflected in Oliel's eyes as she quietly looked at the man in front of her. He was also very beautiful, not only in appearance, but also in his delicate heart.

It can probably be understood that this is why the princess took the initiative to speak.

Unlike her apparent obedience, she is actually very stubborn, just like she is unwilling to accept the changes of Dream Wine, even if they are good changes.

She was afraid that she would just accept her fate.

Enduring being buried deep and hidden in the snow, with a blossoming dream in her heart, Oriel wants to wait for the day when she can be freed from the real burden and be herself again.

This is the only thing she has held on to and cherished for many years, and she absolutely does not want to give it up!

But Oriel is also confused. Dreams are just dreams after all. She doesn't know what her future will be like.

The fear that is forever buried in the snow often emerges in dark dreams.

"Hmm~" Fan Wei thought for a moment, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, "Your Highness, let me introduce a friend to you!"

Looking at the still calm Princess, he said, "I know a noble lady from the far east... uh, just like you."

"Maybe you'll have something in common!"

"Friend?" Looking at Misler's warm smile, Oriel was a little surprised.

The oriental chivalrous woman who came to the imperial capital to make a living, and a snow flower that braved the cold alone, Fan Wei felt that the eldest lady and the princess were a rare complementary combination.

Yunxin is not lacking in enthusiasm, and Oliel is not lacking in calmness, and both of them may learn from each other.

"Oriel, I'm looking forward to it..."

Her Royal Highness the Princess was a little surprised by this proposal, but she did not reject Fan Wei's kindness. She had no hope of making friends, and it was difficult to be sincere in aristocratic social interactions.

My personality is too cold and I have no friends at all.

But if it was recommended by Misr Fan, she would have the urge to give it a try.

The conversation between the two came to an end, and Delain, who was leaning on the sofa, slowly opened his eyes, as if waking up from a dream.

The eldest prince smiled faintly and sighed softly, "I figured it out, I finally figured it out...Misr, let's have a good chat..."

After looking at her sister, Princess Oriel understood something, nodded slightly, and stood up to leave.

"I did wrong."

In the silence without anyone around, the eldest prince suddenly spoke, "I framed Director Bloody Hand... No, it should be Mr. Willow Cakins. I was indeed wrong about this."

Delain sighed and said with a look of introspection and detachment:

“I used to be unable to admit that I was an actor in an absurd drama, living in a fallacious interpretation. But in my dreams… when I saw those dreams that really made me feel warm, I finally knew.”

“There have been so many mistakes in my life.”

"Thank you, Fan. Without your help, I would not be able to see these things. I would only be trapped deeper and deeper in the entanglement of dark lines..."

His Royal Highness the Prince suddenly stood up and hugged Fan Wei tightly. It was obvious that he was very excited! "Thank you, thank you, my good brother!"

"Uh haha, too enthusiastic, Your Highness Delain."

Fan Wei was at a loss, but also felt very happy. Dream Wine really had an extraordinary effect! Bringing a good influence to a "diner" was his greatest achievement!

After calming down a little, the eldest prince sat back in his seat with a relaxed smile.

He saw the cup on the table, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he asked seriously: "Fan, did Oliel drink the Dream Wine just now?"

"No, I suggested it, but Her Royal Highness the Princess is not good at drinking."

Fan Wei spoke the truth, but judging from the attitude of His Royal Highness the Prince, he seemed to care very much about whether his sister had touched the Dream Wine.

"Alas, Oriel..."

With worry and suspicion on his face, the eldest prince looked around carefully to make sure no one could hear him, then he lowered his voice and spoke to Fan Wei.

"I'm worried about her, Van, I hope you can help Oriel!"

"Don't worry, the princess's business is my business!" Fan Wei immediately assured with great enthusiasm, "You don't have to tell me, I will try my best to help."

Giving him a strange yet somewhat relieved look, Delain nodded and sighed.

"I'm not a good brother, and perhaps even less of a good family member. Although I've always wanted to change the fate that might come, I feel like I can't really get into Auriel's heart..."

"Sometimes I even have very bad thoughts out of fear."

"Fear? Destiny?" Fan Wei was puzzled, and felt that there seemed to be some secret that he didn't know.

Delain bent down slightly, no longer maintaining his usual straight posture. He supported himself with his elbows and looked down at the ground. "I don't think I've ever told you about the elder family behind me - Lindbergh."

"The one in charge is the Empire's intelligence organization, including the current Eye Agency."

"The vast majority of the Empire's prophetic abilities are in the hands of my family. They will naturally make predictions about future candidates for the throne."

"The prophecy for me was vague at the time, and Auriel..."

Delain's tone was heavy and ominous, "They saw a bloody 'Auriel'... blooming on my corpse."